O, Lucifer
O, Vesper
The star of the morning
Oh, Mary
Oh Lillith
Death's victory is calling
With the twin points ascending
And Adam's been turned on his head
"Conspiracy!" they all said
His sweet sinner, lay there dead
Drained of her blood
With a snake in her bed
Wrath from up above
As we scoff at the divine
All that rotten flesh
Is turning on the vine
Becoming our sacrificial wine